What Makes You Different
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Warning: This is SLASH (male/male) so if you don't like it, don't read it. I don't mind criticism, but I don't want any flames saying that slash sucks because frankly, that's an opinion. You have been warned…happy reading!
Author's Note: Here's another update!! THANKS FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS!!!!
Ephram was speechless. Never before in his 15 years on Earth had anyone done anything for him to the magnitude of what Wendell had done. He'd literally turned his living room into a ballroom, complete with an empty space for a dance floor and burning candles. Ephram turned his head and glanced into the dining room. There was a table set for two, also lit by candles and a banner up, creating the threshold between living room and dining room with 'Happy Birthday Ephram!' emblazoned over it.
"Do you like it?" Wendell asked tentatively after a moment of silence.
"I love it." Ephram grinned widely. Wendell took Ephram's hand and led him to the dining room.
"I asked my mom if I could borrow her cookbook so we wouldn't be stuck eating instant macaroni and cheese."
"I wouldn't mind eating macaroni and cheese," Ephram protested at his boyfriend's hard work. But Wendell just shook his head and sat Ephram down at the table. He disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a large plate of lasagna, Ephram's favorite dish. Setting the hot plate gently onto the table in front of the birthday boy, he scooped some out and dropped it onto an awaiting plate.
"I knew you liked lasagna, but I wasn't sure what kind so I picked one that looked the best. Sorry if it doesn't taste that good." Ephram picked up his fork and took a tiny bite, thriving in the hot cheesy taste of it.
"It rocks, baby." Wendell grinned and took a seat across from Ephram, tasting a bit of his own cooking as well, surprised that it didn't taste like melted plastic.
"Did you burn the kitchen doing this?" Ephram inquired, being totally serious. Wendell shrugged sheepishly.
"Well I did kind of break one of my mom's pots. But I figure I'll be able to replace it."
"You didn't have to do this. A simple 'happy birthday' would've been fine."
"No, you're right," Wendell agreed, "I didn't have to do this. But I wanted to. So stop complaining and eat." The boys laughed and dug into their food without hesitation.
After the wonderful meal, Wendell hadn't finished with his surprises. He told Ephram not to move a muscle as he retreated into the kitchen once again. A few seconds later, he emerged with a small cake in his hands. It was a New York Cheesecake, the kind that Ephram complained about missing at least once a week. Ephram's eyes were wide in surprise and astonishment and again, he was speechless. Lucky for him, the phone rang. Wendell looked at the clock and the wall and smiled with satisfaction.
"Right on time," he muttered as he picked up the phone and pressed speaker, "Hey Dr. Brown. Hey Delia." Ephram's head snapped up.
"Brown," Wendell turned to Ephram speaking to him like he did in school, "We have something to say to you." Quickly, Wendell lit the candles and three not-so-harmonious voices rang through the Loesser household.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Ephram! Happy birthday to you!"
"Make a wish! Make a wish!" Delia shouted through the phone. Ephram was beet red by now and Wendell leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Make it count." So that no one else could hear. Ephram looked into Wendell's eyes and thought of the perfect wish. Then, he blew out his candles. All sixteen of them.
"Ephram, do you know what?" Dr. Brown asked him.
"What?" Eprham croaked, barely able to form words.
"You're taking your driver's test next week!" Ephram, again, couldn't say a thing, he was so shocked. Wendell chuckled lightly.
"He would say thank you, Dr. Brown, but I think he's a bit tongue-tied right now." Dr. Brown and Delia laughed and then said good-bye. Wendell hung up the phone before turning back to Ephram.
"So what'd you wish for?" he said softly serving Ephram a slice of the long desired cake.
"If I told you," Ephram grinned, "I'd have to kill you. And I wouldn't want that to happen to you."
"Fair enough." The two boys ate in companionable silence before going out to the living room, hands linked together. Wendell hit the play button to the stereo and some cheesy love song came over the speakers. Ephram looked at Wendell who was noticeablely red by now, and laughed softly before squeezing his hand.
"Can I have this dance?" Ephram asked the beet red boy. Wendell nodded sheepishly before encircling his arms around Ephram's neck.
"So I guess I get to be the manly today," Ephram joked holding Wendell around the waist.
"Only because it's your birthday," Wendell retorted.
"That's what they all say." The boys laughed softly together and the song ended. Wendell hit the change CD button and the CD changer could be heard as both boys dropped onto the couch, entangled with the other. Sounds of punk rock blasted through the house, but neither Ephram nor Wendell seemed to notice how loud it really was. They were each lost in the other boy's eyes thinking how lucky he was for having such a great boyfriend. Without warning, Wendell leaned in for a kiss. Ephram accepted his lips gladly, marveling at how soft Wendell's lips were. He opened his mouth to let Wendell's tongue in, sliding his own into Wendell's mouth. Their kisses were slow and soft, yet heated with so much passion for the other boy, fingers running wild through the blond and brown hair. Slowly, they let their hands roam the body, under the shirt, over the pants. Each could feel an erection pounding at his cock and each could feel the other's erection. Finally, they broke apart, neither wanting to get too far, each wanting to savor the moments they had with each other. Ephram leaned his head back against Wendell's chest licking his lips and tasting Wendell when he did. Wendell wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, sighing happily having him in his embrace.
"It came true," Ephram whispered after a moment of silence.
"What?"
"My wish. It came true," Ephram tilted his head up to look at Wendell, "I wished to spend time with you, to be able to love you. It came true."
Wendell smiled slightly, kissing Ephram again softly on the lips, "I love you."
Ephram was filled with joy. He'd never heard those words come out of Wendell Loesser's mouth and now he had. And they were reserved just for him, "I love you too."
Thanks for the reviews (Everwood premier tomorrow!!!):
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Kellyerielf: hahahahaha!! I know, someone usually wouldn't forget his own birthday, but knowing Ephram, it wouldn't be too out of character for him. I'm a bit Bright-crazy too. But that's why I put him in. I was like "You know, this story has absolutely nothing to do with Bright. But I love him so let's add him in and make it a conflict." And then I thought of a good conflict. But I can't tell you what it is because it would ruin the story. =D
Maria Christina: Are you serious? My story's the only wendell/ephram fic? Well, something HAS to be done about that then!!! Thanks for reviewing!
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Blatty: Well I didn't know you READ Everwood!!! DUDE!!! THAT IS THE COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD! Lol well, update your Outsiders stories soon!!! But no big rush, I know how I was with mine…hehe…